Medieval 02 - Forbidden

worried whose hunger rose first to the sensual lure and whose followed.
    Duncan had learned that Amber’s passion was a fire that burned brightly whether alone or entwined with his.
    Small teeth delicately tested the pad of muscle on Duncan’s shoulder. Hidden within the caress was a sensual tasting of his skin. Surrounding and enhancing the kiss was a shivering sigh.
    “Do you want me, precious Amber?”
    Another trembling sigh.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Yet when Duncan moved to hold her, she pulled away.
    “No,” she whispered.
    “It appears you are of two minds,” Duncan said, smiling. “Is there anything I can do to—”
    His teasing words broke over a groan of pleasure as Amber’s leg moved to lie between his.
    “The flower is already blooming,” Duncan said thickly. “I can feel its heat.”
    “The flower knows that the sun will soon rise. It wants each petal already open to drink the first golden shaft of the sun.”
    “The sun is already risen,” he said thickly.
    “Is it?”
    Beneath the bed covers, a small hand trailed down Duncan’s bare torso.
    The rest of him was equally naked.
    Delicate fingertips brushed over Duncan, measuring and caressing his aroused flesh. A soft palm fitted itself around him. He made a sound that was laughter and passion at once.
    “You know fair well it is risen,” he said. “You are holding the proof in your palm.”
    “Only part of the proof. I fear the full proof would overrun both of my hands together.”
    “A waste.”
    “Aye,” Amber murmured.
    “There is a solution for that.”
    “I’m considering it.”
    “Lie on your back, precious Amber. You will consider things much more deeply from that perspective.”
    “I think…not.”
    The laughter and husky sensuality curling through Amber’s voice made Duncan smile. Passion and anticipation coiled more tightly within him.
    “What are you thinking of, then?” he asked.
    “I fear it would shock you into swooning,” she said.
    “I’m lying down.”
    “Not all of you is supine.”
    “The greater part is.”
    Amber smiled and drew her fingertips up the part of Duncan which was not at rest.
    “Such a sweet, witchy little smile,” he said thickly. “What are you thinking of that makes you smile so?”
    “Two hands…and a mouth. Will that suffice?”
    For an instant Duncan didn’t comprehend. Then Amber’s hands circled him and the velvet heat of her tongue caressed him. His whole body tightened in a savage rush.
    “ Amber .”
    She looked up at him.
    “Did I hurt you?” she asked.
    As she spoke, she stroked the length of his rigid flesh. Blood beat visibly beneath her caress, hardening him even more.
    “Nay,” Duncan said.
    “Shock you?”
    “Yes. No.”
    He forced breath into a body that was clamoring for another intimate kiss, for the sleek glide of her tongue tasting him.
    “Can’t you decide?” Amber asked, knowing full well how deep Duncan’s pleasure had been. “Perhaps this will help.”
    She repeated the wild caress, lingering over the part of him that was most intriguingly different.
    And most sensitive.
    “Have I told you,” Amber murmured between caresses, “how much your body pleases me?”
    “If you please me any more, I will come unraveled.”
    “Then I shall just have to knit you up again.”
    “The heart, falters at the thought.”
    “The heart, perhaps, but not the flesh. It tugs like a stallion too closely tied.”
    Duncan laughed despite the heat flooding through him, driven by the wild rush of his blood and the feel of Amber caressing him with her words, her hands, her tongue.
    Smiling, knowing how much she was exciting him, Amber shook her head until her hair fell like a veil over Duncan’s loins. But not all of him could be easily veiled. Passion stood forth proudly, demanding to be eased.
    Or teased.
    “I particularly like this,” Amber said. “Hard, yet so smooth to my fingertips, like polished silver warmed by the sun.”
    A deep shudder went through Duncan as he watched and felt the pink flame of her tongue licking over him, setting him utterly ablaze. Strong hands buried themselves in her hair.
    “Come here,” Duncan said hoarsely.
    “Soon,” she whispered. “But first…”
    Amber’s mouth circled him, tasted him, tested his hardness and resolve with loving caresses. The wildness that gathered in him also gathered in her. At any instant she expected Duncan to overturn her, draw up her knees, and bury himself within her.
    Abruptly